Two years ago, my then Gas and Electricity supplier "Eon" asked me to install new smart meters. They told me of the wonderful benefits to me that would entail, and when taking a line from this NG I refused they screamed, wheedled, had a tizzy fit and sat in a corner and sulked. Eventually when in a subtle and toneless way they threatened me with unknown financial consequence I succumbed. Ten days later they fitted the meters, gas and electric, and as the fitter left promised me that nirvana had arrived for me and the future was fantastic.
Five days later a man arrived to read the meters. "What do you need to do that for" said I "they are smart meters aren't they" "Yes they are" said he, "and they need to be read". Using the tone of voice that said non-technical elderly idiots like me, should sit in the corner and drool and let the world get on with it.
On two occasions I was requested to send photographs of the meters to sort out "anomolies" that had unfortunately arisen with these wonderful, state of the art meters.
Last October I changed suppliers to "PurePlanet" who last month requested two meter readings, to sort out "anomolies" I assumed. I sent them and made a mistake, which they asked me to correct using photographs of the meter readings. Why can't you get them direct I asked in all innocence, because they're not working they replied. Also they said, your gas meter is not a smart meter, and we can't get readings from it or the electric meter.
Now I'm 83 years of age, and grovelling around on my knees to take photographs of so-called smart meters set two feet off the floor, is not top of my priorities. But, girding my loins I got to my knees on two occasions and took two photographs of each of my wonderful, state of the art, smart meters. One of the electronic output display and a full view of the whole meter for identification purposes. I sent them off and told my supplier that would be the last time I did this for them. Any future "anomalies" they could sort out by sending a meter reader around to read these wonderful state of the art, etc, etc f---ing smart meters.
And so the matter now rests. The moral of the story children is this, that when the nice man asks you if you would like a nice smart meter, kick him in the balls and run away and tell a policeman.
Peter